Six Kings

"A Great Saint-ranked powerhouse is truly terrifying. Even after so many years, it can still radiate such dreadful Saint Might! Those Warlock Emperors were actually even stronger than Great Saint-ranked powerhouses—they were truly terrifying beings!"

One of Yang Feng's incarnations sat in the central area of the Puppet Star, gazing at the left hand of the Radiant Great Saint placed at its center.

At the center, countless metal pipes pierced into the Radiant Great Saint's left hand, pouring incomparably powerful energy into it. At the same time, needle-like tubes stabbed into that left hand, while countless spell seals shone brightly, stimulating it to release wisps of the Saint Might of a Saint Spirit Warlock.

That Puppet Star was the ruins of the Puppet Dynasty that Yang Feng had seized back then, after undergoing a series of modifications. The various puppets flying out from the Puppet Star were also Yang Feng's spoils of war, while the Puppet Power permeating the area was Puppet Power that Yang Feng had reverse-engineered and simulated using other forms of energy.

Through one screen after another, Yang Feng watched the Cosmos Sea mighty figures choosing to submit one after another. The corners of his lips rose slightly as he revealed a faint smile. "The Puppet Dynasty is still formidable. Just its name alone has drawn so many Cosmos Sea mighty figures to join it. But completely bringing them under control will not be so easy."

A trace of regret flashed through Yang Feng's eyes. "Zhao Ye seems to have already noticed something. Unfortunately, my strength is still insufficient! If I had another hundred years, then relying on my own power alone, so long as powerhouses above the Warlock King rank did not act, I could steadily occupy a Branch Floating Continent."

Those Cosmos Sea mighty figures